Maybe it doesn't matter.
Share a manuscript of an anti-epidemic memoir I saw about the war epidemic. Now the author in Zhihu into a column:
Recovering Wuhan Heartbeat: Full Record of First-line Anesthesiologists' Anti-epidemic
Author ling chumian
Chapter 5 They are soldiers, too.
The weather in Wuhan is not supported by medical staff alone.
During the epidemic, my work span was large and I had a wide range of social contacts. During the period of logistics support, I contacted various groups and institutions and met almost everyone in this city.
I deeply find that this mighty quayside city has never lost its chivalrous spirit. Logistics volunteers, enthusiastic businessmen, volunteer bus drivers, couriers, police, cleaners, etc. They have made indispensable contributions and unforgettable sacrifices to the epidemic.
one
On New Year's Eve, I remembered the story of Chen Chen.
Chen Chen, 3 1 year old, is a medical equipment engineer in a municipal hospital in Wuhan; We can get 100 sets of protective clothing on New Year's Eve, thanks to his contact and arrangement. I didn't understand the whole donation process until a long time afterwards: after raising money in the field of local anesthesia, the teachers of the Second Hospital of Zhejiang Medical University contacted Chen Chen who had access to the supply circle of martial arts doctors; Chen Chen immediately contacted the manufacturer to get the goods, and got 100 pieces of protective clothing through hard mediation; He immediately arranged for the logistics party to load and transport, and contacted the driver all the way; Finally, as the consignee, I unloaded the goods with the driver, and I finally completed the delivery.
1On the evening of October 23rd, I received a phone call from Chen Chen. At the other end of the phone, while coughing, he poured out his joy and moved to me: "It's really not easy to send this batch of goods! I begged grandpa to tell grandma that I made 70 or 80 phone calls! You must not waste it! "
At that time, I politely agreed and nodded, and was shocked by the enthusiasm of strangers; It wasn't until I chatted with him on WeChat a few days later that I realized that he had COVID-19 on the phone.
On New Year's Eve, he had been coughing for nearly a week. After doing lung CT in the imaging department of the unit, an unknown result completely panicked him: "The texture of both lungs increased, considering infectious diseases." He immediately reported his health condition to the hospital, and his superior asked his opinion: should he be hospitalized in the hospital isolation ward or isolated at home?
Only then did he know that two employees of the personnel department of the unit also had pneumonia symptoms and were being isolated in the hospital.
Hesitant, he chose to go home and isolate.
Now, due to the remarkable effect of hospice hospitals, we all know that patients with mild illness should avoid staying at home and should be isolated centrally. But before the concept of refuge was put forward, Chen Chen's choice was not a sign of drowsiness, but represented the forbearance and sacrifice of medical technicians: first, his symptoms were very mild, only cough and low fever; In the extreme shortage of beds, saving a bed may save a life. In addition, the familiar doctor also told him that the hospital is the most dangerous place at this time, and cross-infection is prone to occur under the general lack of protection.
So that day, he strolled home with a mouthful of medicine and a three-or four-layer mask-his wife and children went back to his grandmother's house, and he was the only one at home.
When he came out of the outpatient hall of the hospital, he met a funeral home hearse. The dark hearse broke the fragile string in his heart, and endless fear struck, making the 30-year-old man cry all the way home.
When did you get infected? Chen Chen recalled that a few days ago, the hospital ICU urgently expanded its beds. He ran in and out of the ICU in unprotected casual clothes; Several ventilation devices there often break down under high-intensity use; Chen Chen is responsible for the daily installation and debugging of medical equipment. It took him four or five days to repair these life-saving instruments with various accessories. At this time, a serious medical run-off occurred in Wuhan clinic. In order to add beds quickly, their colleagues in the equipment department accompanied the clinical department and hardly slept.
Therefore, this engineer who won valuable protective clothing for the clinical frontline was infected because of poor protection.
It is hard for me to imagine how he spent this difficult time at home. But I know that Chen Chen, swallowed up by fear, will not give in easily. He didn't, and didn't dare, let himself be idle: contact manufacturers, contact hospitals, find protective materials, find freight channels, open bank cards, open acceptance letters ...
My chat with Chen Chen.
The virus has successfully attacked him, but the soldier is still dragging his mutilated body, trying to protect more people.
Forty days later, Chen Chen was discharged from Fangcang Hospital smoothly, and he was smiling brightly under the blue sky.
two
Qin Zhou (a pseudonym), the courier brother my age, is resting on the cargo pile.
This SF Freight Yard, located on Xinhua Road, is 1.5km away from the headquarters of Union Medical College Hospital, and it is one of the few logistics nodes still in operation during the city closure.
During the epidemic, this open space of more than 200 square meters became a torrent of goods, sweeping the seabed. Because it is the nearest SF business point to Union Medical College Hospital, it has become the fire line of medical material support. The medical materials sent to Union Medical College Hospital account for the vast majority of more than a dozen trucks processed every day.
This is where Qin Zhou met me.
Fill in my name and telephone number for external liaison and data collection. Qin Zhou is in this business place. He contacts me almost every day and informs me to pick up the parcel. At the beginning of the epidemic, all the trucks in Wuhan were running at full capacity, and there was no extra capacity for the parcels sent to the freight station to be distributed to households, so he had to pick them up himself. After a while, I got to know him.
Every noon, I drive to this small parking lot after eating, and while watching the piles of goods piled up like hills, I shout to Qin Zhou, "Where did you put the parcel with my name on it?" At this moment, Qin Zhou was busy panting, pointing to "I don't know where in the mountains" and "over there! It's written next to Mr. Zhang's box in the General Affairs Office! " After that, leave me alone. So I was juggling all kinds of medical supplies-ventilators sent by overseas Chinese, and expensive equipment worth hundreds of thousands of RMB was piled at the bottom of the cargo pile with wooden frames; There are masks squeezed out by foreign medical units, and the packaging has been damaged. A corner of the dilapidated carton reveals a brand-new inner package, like an ugly orange being peeled off and fresh juicy pulp being pulled out; There are a large number of goggles donated by star fan groups and sporadic protective materials donated by enthusiastic individuals; There is really no place to put a large number of rubber gloves, which are stacked against the wall-I can only follow the trend here and look for goods sorted by name.
After finding the parcel sent to me, I will carefully look through other cargo piles to see if there is my name; During the epidemic, there was too much traffic here, and friends often ignored the sorting mistakes. I didn't know how many packages with my name on them floated on the road, so I had to check them again in the freight yard to see if there were any fish that escaped from the net.
When the parcel is delivered to the car's butt, the next batch of goods is often delivered. The freight forwarders who had just rested had to grab a few mouthfuls of rice in a hurry, tidy up the parking lot and make room for the next wave of parcels. If there is room in my car, I will wait for their next sorting and take my package away. After finishing for half an hour, their foreheads and noses were sweaty, and the masks they had worn for several days were already soaked, braving the white air in the cold winter. After the heavy physical labor of unloading the car, they will play a few rude jokes on each other, run to one side for a cigarette, have fun for a while, and then start calling the recipient to pick up the goods continuously.
Cars are coming and going in the small freight yard, and the parcels are piled up and undulating, forming the hottest place in this instantly solidified city.
Qin Zhou is as big as me, but the wind and frost in the temple are ten years older than me; He is born with a loud voice, and I always put my cell phone aside when I call. After getting acquainted, he didn't like calling me by my real name, but called me by my unilateral nickname: President. Say to me every day: "President, your package today is quite strong", or "Don't blame me if you can't find it!" In the freight yard, as long as he is busy, he will help me throw the big package into the trunk; If there are spare trains at the headquarters, he will call me at night and ask me not to come the next day, and ask someone to wait for him downstairs in the hospital …
Wuhan is so human, a mouth is like a bandit choking, there is no obstacle to recognize you as a friend, and I wish I could give you my heart.
I have been picking up pieces in this freight yard for more than 20 days, watching them languish day by day, but still gnashing their teeth.
Once, a courier brother was interviewed and made such a wonderful metaphor: I felt like a machine gun assistant shooter who was responsible for pressing bullets and handing ammunition on the battlefield, watching the package being sent to the hospital, as if the roaring bullets were fired at the enemy.
Qin Zhou and others persevered and were surrounded by thousands of masks every day. But the mask on my face is wet, but I can't bear to change it every day.
three
While running a doctor in Wuhan, there was also a blowout of medical waste.
Gauze cotton swabs with blood, protective clothing soaked in body fluids, infusion tubes dripping with liquid medicine, countless masks covered with viruses ... These remains in clinical battles are special garbage, which are highly contagious and toxic, and at the same time have a high risk factor: in special periods, many patients' puncture bags and dressing bags are directly discarded after use, and blood collection needles and instruments that are not properly classified and put into sharp instrument boxes may be poked out through garbage bags at any time and stabbed and cleaned. During the epidemic, patients' vomit, used mattresses and even domestic garbage are infectious and classified as medical waste. The surge of medical waste has also caused the shortage of medical waste treatment capacity.
The medical waste barrels used in hospitals are waist-high, with a large capacity of more than 200 liters and at least 50 or 60 kilograms per barrel-at most, a hospital needs to handle 40 or 50 barrels a day, and this number soared to 200 or 300 barrels when the epidemic broke out; There are mountains of medical wastes in hospital garbage collection points, and the virus is distributed to the surrounding areas in the wind, rain and sun; The existence of pests and rats greatly increases the risk of disease transmission-a potential Resident Evil is quietly brewing.
The heart of the medical staff is hot.
three
During the epidemic, there were too many people in Wu Hanyou that I admired and moved. Limited by space and embarrassed by the distorted details that are gradually forgotten, some experiences can't tell a coherent story. I can only "rescue" some flashing fragments and try to put them in my pen for everyone to remember.
After the epidemic, those goodwill and feelings will be wiped out.
Then let me write down these warmth in my diary.
The first is the story of Xiao Yang and the hotel staff.
Xiao Yang is a standardized resident in our department. She spent the middle of June, 5438+10 months in fear: after her roommate Weiwei had a fever and cough for several days, her lung CT showed a typical lung infection, and their dormitory immediately fell into panic; Due to the undiagnosed roommate and the lack of beds in the hospital, Wei Wei was placed in isolation in the dormitory, while Xiao Yang and another roommate, as close contacts, could only be temporarily placed in the duty room with toilets for isolation observation.
After the closure of Wuhan, the epidemic prevention situation became more and more severe. After the patient in the same ward was diagnosed with COVID-19, Xiao Yang's isolated life became stormy. "That day, the department teacher came in and told us that a patient was infected on this floor, and my tears came down ..." Xiao Yang's eyes were a little red again. "It's really terrible ... although we are trapped in this room these days, the air conditioning system in the ward is working ... and then I think we will pick it up.
Xiao Yang's drift from place to place continues. According to the regulations of the hospital, the wards on this floor should be fully enclosed and thoroughly disinfected. "I heard that even the ceiling has to be removed for cleaning and disinfection, and we certainly can't continue to live." Xiao Yang recalled, "The hospital finally had no choice but to negotiate with us. Can you transfer to the duty room on another floor to continue living ... The problem is that it is not safe to live in the ward. "
They also tried to look outside the hospital. This is the central area of Hankou, surrounded by many hotels and homestays; However, around the Spring Festival, most hotels are closed, and several hotel chains that are still open also require guests to show their health certificates. For those who have long-term housing needs, the communication with the hotel is full of helplessness: "I asked my classmates to talk to the hotel manager, and as soon as I heard that they were coming, I immediately isolated 10,000 people," Xiao Yang said with a wry smile. "I can understand, after all, they are all afraid of infection. As a hotel owner, he is more afraid of affecting business. " Her words were a little choked up: "Even if we were allowed to live, we couldn't afford to live at the price of one or two hundred a day ..."
However, after only one day, the hotel owner and the owner of the hotel made Xiao Yang speechless.
"The next day, the manager of the hotel called us and said we were sorry. Let's regard the hotel as our home ... In fact, we are very embarrassed to have caused so much trouble to others. " Xiao Yang was later told that the accommodation fee was free, and the hotel was responsible for the daily catering during the isolation period. "I'm really touched ... I never thought I could meet so many enthusiastic people ... and solve the urgent need!"
What she doesn't know is that at the same time in Wuhan, countless enthusiastic hotel people are uniting to provide rooms for medical staff in need free of charge-after the traffic in Wuhan was closed, many medical staff without private cars went to work, which became a big problem (after 0: 00 on October 26, 65438/KLOC-0, all non-authorized motor vehicles were also banned from the road), and some people lived far from the commuter station. After a tense clinical battle, I had to trudge home in the wind and rain ... The hotel industry in Wuhan spontaneously joined forces to pool the idle accommodation resources around the hospital during the city closure and give them to the tired medical soldiers completely free of charge-this is the first time in the history of China that this voluntary accommodation behavior is completely spontaneous, fully mobilized and geographically connected.
The enthusiasm of private car owners is also moving.
The closure of Wuhan is like a strong man breaking his wrist. The complete stop of public transportation has cut off the transmission route of commuters in public space to the maximum extent, but it has also caused great inconvenience to medical workers who need to rush to the front line in time.
In this huge city where the two rivers meet and the three towns are separated, many residential areas are far away from the commercial administrative center, and the last shift of some medical staff who live far away needs to cross more than half of Wuhan; Because of convenient buses, subways and ferries, they can usually get to the hospital within a short commute time. However, after the closure of the city, people who don't have private cars can only sigh helplessly at the more than ten kilometers of work road-even if the unit is equipped with commuter cars, it is difficult for people whose addresses are far from the construction site to catch up with these shifts in time.
Like the hotel industry, this time, citizens with private cars in Wuhan mobilized. Within a day or two after the closure of the city, more than a dozen spontaneously organized "volunteer care groups for transporting medical staff" were established. Enthusiastic car owners join the group according to the geographical division, and find the surrounding medical staff to pick them up and go to work for free; Many groups are very popular, and soon the number of groups will be capped.
Not only personnel transportation, but also private car owners have helped a lot in transporting protective materials that are in short supply. After extensive mobilization and contact with the hospital, these "volunteer courier brothers" rushed between big warehouse and the hospital, bringing masks, protective clothing, disinfectants and so on. , is the first line of clinical shortage. Among the people we have been in contact with for a long time, many private car owners volunteered to help.
In the face of the medical soldiers who are carrying in front, Wuhan people have never been stingy with their inner enthusiasm.
Some people, some things, are just vague fragments in their memories, or dusty photos in their mobile phones.
Then let me write it down.
A community volunteer brother sent live fish to his boring mother in Fengcheng.
When driving across Yuehu Bridge, a policeman with dark circles gave me a military salute after checking my badge.
A small restaurant owner who is obliged to cook and deliver meals.
The dispatcher of a bike-sharing enterprise pulled hundreds of mopeds for medical staff who had difficulty traveling overnight.
Tony's brother organized a voluntary haircut in the hospital.
There are also friends in Hebei who send takeout to the medical staff in the fever clinic. (before closing the city)
All kinds, all kinds.
One of my poor pens can't finish these things. Forgive me.
May the light of goodwill shine even more.
On the night shift, an old woman asked me if I had dinner. I said: I was very busy when I took over, and I didn't have time to eat. After half an hour, the grandmother brought a bowl of jiaozi and a bottle of milk to my office and told me to eat it while it was hot. She also said that I was too thin and really warm-hearted … I still remember her amiable smile …